Journelle’s Spotlight on… Yours Truly!

This week I’m featured over on Journelle’s divine lingerie blog! You may already know that I play the accordion or that I love the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, but you might not know that I spend much of my time comparing silk to seaglass and describing underpants in the language of Keats for journelle.com. Well, beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that’s a thong. Read the full interview here. And, if you’re thirsting for more, here are a few answers they didn’t include:

Celebrity Crush: Special Agent Dale Cooper

Favorite Food: French Fries

Last Song on Ipod: Yelle, Safari Disco (thanks to Pancake)

Favorite Cocktail: (I gave a bit of a treatise on this one): I’m highly seasonal with my cocktail choices, preferring gin southsides in the crisp spring, cold mexican beer or real-lime rum daquiris in the summer, rye manhattans in the fall, and straight whiskey in the winter (I also included some of this in a description for one of my all-time favorite bras), but a cocktail that is delicious anytime of the year and always feels at once incredibly fancy, superbly fresh, and delightfully old fashioned is the classic champagne cocktail: soak a sugar cube in bitters in the bottom of the flute, add champagne, garnish with a twist. It’s sweet, funky, citrusy. Bubbly and chill enough for a warm day, smoky and spicy enough for a long winter. Perfection.

Style Icon: They included this question, but not this picture of Emmylou Harris, with those black toe booties, white blazer, and utter effortlessness makes me want to get a W.W.E.L.H.W. (What Would Emmylou Harris Wear) bracelet and tie it to my wrist.

Favorite Movie: First I said The Neverending Story, but no one in the room had heard of that, so I went with: Thelma and Louise

Must Have Lingerie Piece: It’s gotta be the chemise. Any of these will do.

Dale Cooper image from here, Emmylou image from here.

Author: loiseaufait

Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion. Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling). View all posts by loiseaufait